253 Brother Mo Xie Playing a Handsome Hoodlum! (1/2)

”The Tang stock in the Aristocratic Hall is mine; it's Tang Yuan's personal money! The Tang Family has nothing to do with it. I have no opinion about your desire to present this wine to His Majesty, the Emperor. However, I cannot sustain a loss on the one hundred remaining bottles that I own. Therefore, Third Prince can purchase them by paying the base price if he really desires. However, I have no comment on how he plans to obtain the remaining two hundred bottles.” Tang Yuan repeated the lines he had learnt by heart.

The Third Prince's voice and appearance was stern, but Fatty Tang didn't care much for him from the start. Fatty didn't shout-back even though the Prince had dropped to a lowly status by trying to force others. In reality, Tang Yuan would've already exploded if he had not received instructions by Young Master Jun's ”sound”!

As for these words spoken by Fatty just now — it was Jun Mo Xie who had used his secret technique to transmit these lines to Tang Yuan's ears. Fatty Tang had listened to these words, and had repeated them slowly.

However, did the Third Prince really wish to pay the base price for these hundred bottles? The base price for a hundred of these bottles would be around three million in silver, and the Third Prince did not have that kind of spare cash. This Fatty was a big dandy. However, he had the Tang Family behind him. His grandfather and the Prince's father had really good relations. Therefore, the Third Prince wouldn't be able to obtain those hundred bottles for cheap if this Fatty was truly being earnest. Hence, he decided to let it be, even though the price wasn't low. The Prince didn't wish to spur trouble with the Fatty, even though the Fatty wasn't exactly being kind to him.

The Third Prince pondered on this for a while and then suddenly burst into loud and clear laughter. He then said, ”Very good! This Prince will get the remaining two hundred bottles of this extraordinary wine stored in his carriage if chief auctioneer Tang has no objections regarding them. It is important that this Prince presents his father with this huge gift. And I will surely give credit to the Aristocratic Hall for such a contribution!”

”Did you finish your play's dialogue, Third Majesty?” a lazy voice resounded from upstairs. Everyone looked up only to see the Young Master Jun dressed in his gown. His pretty face belied his somewhat angry mood. He took one large step on to the railing. His legs were almost fully upright as he looked down and sneered at the Third Prince.

”What do you mean Young Master Jun? How on earth am I performing in a play?” The Third Prince's expression sank.

”What do I mean? I think I should inform the Third Prince that your performance is not pleasant to hear.”

Jun Mo Xie gave a rogue smile, ”Fatty Tang is merely the chief auctioneer of the Aristocratic Hall. This boy is the actual boss of the Aristocratic Hall! Moreover, this Young Master owns a hundred bottles out of those three hundred! All this man can see is someone who's trying to take away my share without willing to pay for it. You want to take these away? That's fine. However, I, your father demand the highest price which has been bid up till now. I suppose this is required even if the grandson is daring to give away his grandfather's belongings!”

Jun Mo Xie had wickedly and skillfully changed his own designation around five times in his accusation. He had gone from 'boy', to this 'this Young Master' to 'man' to 'father' before finally settling on 'grandfather'.

Shockingly, he hadn't set aside even a little bit of respect for the Emperor's own son.

”This kid is mad!” Dugu Wudi's spirits rose as he exclaimed to his daughter, ”This is new to me. But is this boy really that bold? Damn! His words make me comfortable! It's been a while since I've seen something this rare! He is truly worthy of being called Elder Brother Jun's son! His father was a hero, but this guy's got guts too!”

Dugu Wudi was somewhat touched in his heart. [Jun Mo Xie is staring blankly right now. It seems as if his brain hasn't yet processed his own words. However, this requires a lot of courage! He is standing-in for the youthful vigor of his family. My sons wouldn't dare to speak like this — even if they were beaten to death. But Jun Mo Xie has! This one incident has proven that he far exceeds my sons and nephews; regardless of the fact whether he has brain or not!]

[This boy must be drunk. But still, how could he say such a thing so causally?]

[Leaving aside the fact that he's just a boy — even a great general wouldn't have been able to say something like this in this manner!]

”Daddy, can't you speak without cursing for even once? Can't you speak a little gracefully? At least appear a little bit like nobility!”

Dugu Xiao Yi snorted as she playfully protested her father's vulgar language. She felt that his vulgarity was somehow too much for this environment. Then, she stretched out her finger and continued in a shy manner, ”Daddy, I really like looking at brother Mo Xie playing the hoodlum. And just look how handsome he is! Even his bearing is extremely graceful. The magnanimity spoken of in legends and lore cannot surpass his chivalry.”

”… What?…”

The Great General Dugu Wudi was completely dumbfounded. [Is there no justice? I used profane words, and she was discontent. But, now that this youngster is shamelessly playing a hoodlum — he is graceful and handsome?!What kind of magnanimity has he displayed to leave her so mesmerized?] Although he hadn't read a lot of books, he had a rough idea what the meaning behind these words was.

[What is this? Even the lover of the poet Pan Yue wouldn't describe this in such an outrageous manner! The difference in the way she's treating us is too great, right? She's simply favoring him too much, isn't she?]

”What is the meaning of this Young Master Jun? Are you are disagreeing to gift these bottles to my father, the Emperor? The Emperor only concerns himself with the welfare of the nation, and exhausts himself both physically and mentally over it. Is my father not worthy enough in Young Master Jun's eyes? Not even for you to offer him your wine? Hmm?”

The Third Prince coldly looked up at Jun Mo Xie. He seemed to be looking at Jun Mo Xie humbly. However, he only saw viciousness in the Hitman's eyes.